Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Riley
I focus in on one spot on the back of Razor’s shirt, praying that I’ll make it through the room without losing it completely. We move out of the hallway and into the great room, where I expected it to be overwhelmingly loud, only there is a quiet murmur of brothers talking amongst themselves. I suck in oxygen, not realizing I had been holding my breath. I summon every ounce of bravery I have, lifting my eyes from Razor’s back to look around the room at large. What I find nearly brings me to my knees.
All the brothers are sitting around, chatting and laughing. None of them seem to be outwardly watching us. I catch the eye of Duck, who just winks, and then kisses Lil’ Red on the side of her head. I continue looking over at the brothers in the room, making eye contact with Torch, who just lifts his glass before going back to speaking with Pretty Boy, Coin, and Wesson. All my fear and anxiety rush from my system so fast I nearly fall to the floor, until I hear the voice of someone that I don’t know.
“Why the fuck do we have to stop everything for some little nobody?” A bleach blonde antagonizes, trying to rally herself some support from others in the audience.
“What you’re doing is obeying the order of a fucking brother. So, if your ass intends to stay in this club, you’ll sit down and shut the fuck up,” Flyboy thunders, causing me to jump.
“This is complete, fucking bullshit! We were having a good time, and now, it’s all come to a fucking stop for some piece of ass that no one gives two fucks about!” The same nasty bitch bites out through clenched teeth, and a hand plastered onto her hip which is cocked out to the side.
Vixen shows up behind her without a sound, grabbing the club whore by the back of the head, saying, “The thing you seem to have forgotten, is that you’re nothing but a piece of ass, and have no right to do anything other than suck dick.”
“You stupid cunt, let me go! You’re nothing special either,” the stupid woman snaps at a very angry Vixen, who has a hold of her.
“I guess when they say you lose brain cells every time you bleach your hair, it’s a true statement, because you’re one dumb bitch.” Vixen’s smile is so evil that the devil himself would run and hide from her wrath.
“Riley, sweetie, turn away, this is about to get bloody,” Edge advises, her laugh brings about the same level of malice as Vixen’s smile. She could do a sound thingie for Halloween with how diabolical her chuckle sounds.
“Not this time,” I whisper, locking eyes with Vixen.
If Flyboy was serious about claiming me, I have to take control of my fears, and this is where I’ll start. Being in this room, with all these men, and not being a shivering, crying disaster, is already putting me one step ahead. I give Vixen a barely there nod.
“I knew you had it in you! Now, let’s deal with the fucking trash,” Vixen sing-songs before slamming the whore’s face into the table in front of her, over and over.
On the fourth slam, Torch walks over wrapping a large arm around her waist, pulling her into him. My whole body tenses, waiting for the hell that’s going to come. Vixen’s assault slows when her back comes in contact with Torch’s chest. He leans over, and whatever he whispers in her ear causes her to blush. Vixen lets the club whore go before turning toward Torch, who picks her up, and carries her from the room. I smile at the love that shines between them. The club whore has blood streaming down her face as she tries to get to her feet.
Razor turns to me with an eyebrow raised, asking, “You good with a brother removing the trash, or do we need to wait until you’re out of the room?”
“I’m good!” I firmly state, not at all feeling okay.
Razor steps aside letting me pass, and I hurriedly make my way toward the hallway that will lead to Flyboy’s room, and ultimately, my escape. When I make it into the hallway, I sigh and lean against the wall. The adrenaline from the day has completely depleted me.
“Woah. You okay? We’re almost there!” Flyboy whispers.
I close my eyes, searching for the right words to use, showing a hint of a smile. “I’m okay, just ready to take a nap.”
“Fucking hell, woman, me too. Let’s get in the room and do just that.” Flyboy moves around me, not as steady on his crutches as he had been earlier in the day.
“Do you have meds in your room to help the pain that you’re in?” I wonder, following close behind him.
“Yeah, I do, and a mini fridge with some drinks in it,” he answers, unlocking the door and holding it open for me.
When I make it through the door, anger washes over me when I take in the fact that the room has been cleaned. What game are they playing at? If this man is going to claim me, then why would he have someone else in here cleaning his room? I turn, leveling him with eyes that I know are filled with fire.
“Why’re you so angry?” he questions looking around.
“Tell me that you didn’t send a club girl in here to clean your room.” I get out smoother than I could’ve imagined.
“Are you kidding me? I might be slow sometimes, but I’m not a damn idiot. Blue and Lil’ Red offered to do it so that you didn’t have to stay in a nasty ass pigsty, as they put it. No woman has been anywhere near this room in over a damn year,” Flyboy defends, going to sit on the recliner in the corner of the room.
All the anger inside of me drains like a balloon being deflated of its air. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me or why I got so angry.”
Flyboy chuckles under his breath. “To be honest, if you didn’t get angry, I’d be worried you didn’t want this.”
I walk over to him, standing between his open legs, and ask, “Are you serious? I’ve drooled over you since the first night you walked into the ER with all that swagger and charisma. I still don’t get why you would want me. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’ve got curves in all the right places, but I also have seen the women you normally go for.”
Flyboy smirks, leaning forward and wrapping his large hands around my thighs, just under my ass cheeks. “Oh, and what kind of woman is that?”
Goosebumps pop up all over my body at having his hands on me. My pussy clenches with need in a way that I’ve never known. Since I’ve left my father’s club, I’ve experimented here and there but have never felt the overwhelming need to have a man's hands on my body. Unconsciously, I shuffle closer to Flyboy, being dragged into the depths by the most magnificent eyes I’ve ever seen.
Flyboy lightly squeezes my legs and licks his lips before speaking, “Tell me exactly what kind of woman my forever woman is!”
“All I’ve ever seen you with are women who are tall, skinny, with tiny waists, and long blonde hair,” I squeak out at the same time I quiver due to Flyboy kissing the center of my chest.
“Oh, my sweet, sweet, Sunshine, what you always saw was me trying to sate the man that couldn’t have what he truly wanted,” Flyboy murmurs, running his hands up over my ass to my hips.
I close my eyes, taking in the feeling of his hands on my body. I squeal in fear and excitement when he shifts me to sit on his uninjured leg. I place my hands on either arm rest in an attempt to lift myself off his lap.
“Don’t you dare move,” Flyboy demands in my ear.
A flash of pure terror slams into me, causing me to go immobile to the point that I start seeing spots from lack of breathing.
“Sunshine, Riley, talk to me. Why are you barely breathing?” he wonders, rubbing my thigh but not adding any additional pressure to keep me from moving.
“You demanded for me to stay. I don’t want to hurt you. I wasn’t trying to not obey,” I gasp, finally taking in some much-needed oxygen.
“Riley, I need you to look at me. Look into my eyes so you can see for yourself that I mean you no harm, and that if you really want to get up, I’ll let you,” he softly coos.
I struggle to turn and look at him, the need to see the door taking hold so deep that I don’t know if I can overcome it. To my complete surprise, I’m able to turn and look at him, seeing exactly what he’s telling me. This man means me no harm and was just trying to be playful and close to me. I crumble into him, taking in his warmth and understanding.
“I hate that I’m this way with you and everyone. I’ve had so much therapy that I thought I would’ve been over my shit by now. I just don’t know what to fucking do anymore.” I cross my arms over my chest, frustrated that some days it seems like I’ve made no progress whatsoever.
Flyboy takes a deep breath, causing me to lift and fall with him. “We all heal from trauma and shit differently. Some people can just put that shit in a box and never go back, some can talk about it and that's how they deal. Hell, I've known people who have put themselves in similar situations just to get over it. You just have to deal with it the best way that works for you.”
I hiss at him because I’ve tried most of that. “That’s just it! I’ve tried to do most of that. The only one that I haven't done willingly, or more than I absolutely have to, is putting myself in a large group of leather-clad men, or letting a man have his way with me.”
“That’s just it, Sunshine. You’ve done that and we’ve all seen that every time you’re around all of us you're less scared and more willing. I know that as time goes by, you’ll be able to hang out with all of us like it’s nothing. We just have to keep fighting,” Flyboy says as he kisses the side of my head, my cheek, and then my ear where he nibbles on it.
I don’t stop the moan or the way my back arches when his lips graze my skin. His touch sets something inside me on fire. A fire I thought was permanently snuffed out by all those other men years ago. Yet here he is bringing it back to life. Flyboy’s hand on my thigh tightens slightly just before he pulls my leg tighter into his body.
“Sunshine, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to, but I need you to tell me when it’s too much.” Flyboy shifts his hips up for me to feel his hard cock.
I expected to be scared, angry, even disgusted. Only, those aren’t the feelings that are coursing through me right now. What I feel is passion, want, and carnal desire. I shift my legs wider allowing Flyboy to slip his hand down between my legs. His hand comes into contact with my hot, needy pussy at the same time Flyboy feathers kisses down my neck.
“Sunshine, you have to walk me through this.”
“How the hell am I supposed to get any words out when my brain is a puddle of mush?” I demand as his hand brushes against my aching pussy again.
“That’s going to be for you to figure out, my dear. Without words it all comes to a stop.” Flyboy groans, shifting under me again.
“I need more, Flyboy!” I gasp when the hand wrapped around my back reaches around and cups my breast.
“More of what? Tell me exactly what you need and that’s what I’ll do. No more, no less. That way, you’re in complete and total control,” he replies between kisses and rubbing on my needy pussy.
“I want to feel your skin on mine.” I cringe at my words because they aren’t sexy but filled with so much need that I’m practically begging.
“Take your shirt off for me, Sunshine!”
I lean forward enough to pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra and pants. Flyboy runs his hand over my stomach and up to my bra covered breasts, at the same time, applying pressure to the throbbing ache between my legs. My nipples are so sensitive, that when he brushes over my right breast I groan, arching closer to his hand.
“Fucking, hell. You are the single, most exquisite sight I’ve ever seen.”
“Flyboy, I don’t know what I need. What I do know is that I need the pressure to go away.” I gasp, because the pressure’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“I want to help you, my Sunshine, but I need you to tell me how. How do you want me to get you there?” he marvels, pinching my nipple through the lace of my bra.
“Oh, fuck, please, Flyboy, please,” I beg him, grinding my hips into the hand that’s close, but not close enough. “Put your hand down my pants and touch my pussy.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he mumbles as he shifts me so my right leg is over his left knee, opening me up to him.
Flyboy continues his onslaught of kisses and massaging of my breasts, moving back and forth between the two of them, as he runs his hand up the seam of my pants. When he gets to the top of my pants, he rubs my stomach for a moment, making me self-conscious for a split second, until his hand disappears down the front and under my panties. When his hand makes contact with my soaking wet pussy, I moan just as he arches into me.
“Fuck, Sunshine, you’re so wet. It’s like you're practically begging for me,” Flyboy says into my ear at the same time he runs his finger over my clit.
I gasp and try to shift to get more pressure right there. Just a little more and I’ll shatter.
“That’s exactly what I need, Flyboy, please, just like that!” I urge him.
“Can I play just a little?” he queries, sliding his fingers back and forth, being sure not to apply the pressure that I need to lose it.
“God, yes! Just please, I don't know how long I’m going to last!”
“I know, Sunshine! I just need to know if your pussy is as greedy as you are,” Flyboy says, releasing my breast and using it to turn my head so that our lips can touch.
When the kiss starts I’m a little hesitant as this is only the second time that we’ve kissed. Flyboy uses his tongue to push past my lips as he slides one finger into my tight pussy, pulling a surprised gasp from deep within me. The tight control that I hold on myself and these desires that I came to hate most, snaps. I arch into Flyboy, allowing me space to pull my left arm up and over his shoulder, making it so I can grasp a fist full of his hair, keeping his kiss deep, and not allowing him to pull away.
The hand playing with my pussy rotates between rubbing tight circles over my clit and pushing in and out of my dripping pussy. Until I can’t take it anymore.
“That’s it, Sunshine, show me exactly what you look like when your man takes care of you. No one will ever hurt you again,” Flyboy growls, prolonging the most marvelous orgasm I’ve ever had!